TYSON
‘Twas several nights after the winter solstice (and one night after Christmas) when all through the packhouse, not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse. And thank the Goddess for that, because we weren’t really big fans of mice around here. At least I wasn’t. Although, I had come to warm up to rats… well, some very specific pet rats. Other than that, still wasn’t a big fan.
But you know what I was a fan of? T&A, especially when that T&A was attached to my perfect, voluptuous, thick AF fiancée and mate. My mate that was very conspicuously missing from my bed. I had gotten used to having her warm body next to mine every night, and every inch of my skin was practically tingling with the loss of her. Because her family was very religious, it had been decided that we would stay in separate housing situations during the duration of our trip to her old pack. She at her parents’ home, and I at the packhouse of my ally, the Midnight Maple Pack.
I knew she planned to go back to school during the spring semester, but damn, this was torture. For years I was totally fine being on my own, in fact preferred it. But somehow, now, it felt totally foreign and unnatural.
I rolled over and flipped my pillow, trying to get comfortable in the bed with far too much space. Goddess, what I wouldn’t do for—
The door creaked open slowly, and the most luxurious, perfumed scent drifted in. Her feet padded across the floorboards, and I could instantly tell she was drunk because she was doing the shittiest job sneaking ever, clumsily tripping and giggling as she made her way to the bed.
I shifted and made room for her as she crawled in under the covers. “You’re awake!” Gigi exclaimed quietly as soon as I opened my eyes.
“I’m always awake for you, baby,” I replied, pulling her closer to me.
She brushed her fingertips along my biceps. “My, Grandma,” she snickered, “What big arms you have!”
“The better to snuggle you with,” I responded, squeezing her to me. “Mine,” I added with satisfaction.
“My, Grandma, what big, glowy eyes you have!”
“The better to stare at that fat, delicious ass while you’re making gains during your deadlifts.” I gave one cheek a big squeeze. Her pelvis instantly shot right to my crotch, rubbing against the massive boner I’d been sporting since her arrival.
“My, Grandma, what big pecs you have!” She pushed her hands under my t-shirt and inched them up my chest, conveniently ignoring what was really big and in need of her attention at that moment.
“The better to…” I paused in thought. “The better to lift you up and onto my cock.” I smiled, baiting her in that direction.
She gasped in response. “Grandma! That’s not appropriate to do to your granddaughter!” She swatted at my chest and smirked. “Now where was I?” After a pause, she continued. “My, Grandma, what big quads you have.”
“The better to fuck you from behind with,” I quipped back.
“No, Grandma! You can’t do that to your granddaughter!”
“I officially hate being a Grandma.”
“My, Grandma, what big fingers you have.” She brought my hand to her face and slipped a digit in her mouth, gently sucking on it.
“I like the direction this is heading.” I groaned a little, now very aware of how much my cock was throbbing, begging to be in her mouth instead. “The better to undress you with.” At that, she bit down. Hard!
“Hey!” I pulled my hand from her mouth. I got up and pinned her down, straddling her body, and pushing her arms down onto the bed so she couldn’t move. “Didn’t anyone ever teach you not to bite the hand that fingers you? What terrible manners!”
She struggled a little, trying to get free from my grasp, meanwhile giggling.
“Someone needs to teach you a lesson, you naughty little red-headed girl.”
“My, Grandma, what big teeth you have!” she exclaimed.
“The better to eat you with,” I replied, instantly flipping her onto her stomach, and immediately pushing her hips up until I had perfect access. While holding her wrists behind her back so she couldn’t move, I used the other hand to push the skirt of her dress out of the way, and rip her panties clean off her.
“Hey! I liked those!”
“Not anymore,” I replied, finally letting go of her wrists and bringing my mouth right to my favorite meal. My tongue slipped between her ass cheeks, and if she was planning to protest initially, she definitely wasn’t anymore. Every muscle in her body rapidly relaxed and the only sound coming from her anymore was her soft moans as I licked the perimeter of the opening of her behind.
I pulled away, and sat back on my heels, taking an appreciative look at the sight in front of me.
“Hey, don’t stop!” She turned her head to glance up at me.
“Oh, who’s okay with Grandma all of a sudden?” I teased, pulling my t-shirt off with one swift movement. I moved closer to her. “I think it’s time for Grandma to put her injured hand to work doing what it's meant for. Is that okay with you, Grandchild?”
She got up on her knees, pouted, and crossed her arms across her chest. “Fine.”
“Anyway, I’m not your grandma. I’m the big bad wolf.” I pushed her back onto the bed, flipping her onto her back. “Now where was I? I think it’s time for me to use my big mouth to finish my meal.” I pushed her knees apart, and brought my lips to her pussy that was glistening with wetness. I kissed it up and down until I found her sweet little bean, and sucked it right into my mouth where it belonged. She let out a passionate cry in response.
Goddess, I love that sound!
I eagerly lapped at her clit, stroking back and forth, allowing her enthusiastic moans and the mate bond to guide me. I was officially pussy whipped, a prisoner to my mate’s perfect, pink cunt. I would spend the rest of my life happily rubbing, licking, massaging, tasting, inhaling, and doing anything else it needed to be fully satisfied.
“Oh, Goddess, Tyce,” she cried out, and I could tell she was close. Her legs were trembling, and her hands were entwined in my hair, grasping firmly at the strands. I gave one final effort, putting everything into the final flicks of my tongue, dancing it across her clit, until she let out a concluding vehement scream that I quickly muffled by sticking my fingers into her mouth to prevent her from waking the pups in the room next door. Blake wouldn’t be such a gracious host if he found his twins woken and introduced to sex ed about thirteen years too early.
She was left panting and had never looked so beautiful, with her face flushed, her hair astray, the skirt of her dress crumpled across her stomach, revealing her legs that had transformed to be firmer and muscular in the past few months from all of her dedication to warrior training.
“Tyce,” she whispered, brushing her fingertips along my thighs.
“Yes?”
“I’m still horny.”
I smirked down at her. How did I get so lucky? “You don’t have to ask twice.” My boxers were off in under a second. Her legs fell open, and I was unable to hold back the groan that escaped my lips. I fisted my cock and guided the tip right to her opening, teasing her a little by swiping it up and down the edge. She sucked in a breath and her nails dug into my thighs as she pulled me closer to her, and I could sense her desperation. I couldn’t hold back anymore as I inched my way inside her.
She gasped satisfactorily, lifting her chin and inviting me to trail kisses along her neck as I thrust into her slowly, gently building the pace, trying to savor every moment inside her. It was short-lived, because before long she was moaning out, “More, Tyce.”
I pushed forward harder and faster, covering my mouth with hers, swallowing her impassioned whimpers. A shudder ran down my spine, and before I knew it I was fucking her like I was trying to win an Olympic race. I gave in fully to the pleasure of my cock being encompassed by her tight, little wet pussy. Gigi writhed underneath me, her limbs shaking, and I could tell she was close. I stroked her clit until her nails were clawing so hard at my skin that I wasn’t sure she didn’t break it. I gulped down her screams while she unraveled underneath me. My orgasm crashed inside me like a wave, and I pulled out just in time, spilling my come all over Gigi’s stomach. Fuck! That was so good!
“Mmmm…” Gigi inched closer to me, her breath heavy, and her skin damp and glistening. I inhaled her intoxicating scent, not able to get enough. After our canines receded, the sign of our unmarked mateship, I grabbed my t-shirt from the floor and quickly cleaned her, and threw it toward the hamper.
As I drifted into sleep with my arms wrapped around her, I whispered, “Happy nutting to all, and to all a good night.”
THERESA The excitement in the air was palpable. The whole pack had gathered on the airplane runway. This was the one part of the pack that was consistently plowed so that we’d continue to receive food and supplies throughout the harsh winters after we gave up on plowing everything else, especially the roads that lead to the main highway. It was how I was able to get back and forth from school during the holidays. Full moon runs were a long-time tradition of our pack’s and one of my favorite celebrations during the long, cold, sunless winters. Even when seasonal depression tried to sink its way into my bones and pull my spirit away, these runs tended to give me the adrenaline I needed to keep going. There was something magical about an entire community coming together to expel all their energy in the wilderness, and then subsequently feast together on the kill we’d contributed to the celebration. My heart was full of gratitude in knowing that no matter how tough things got, this pack
THERESA “Of course, Luna Yulia. I will do this favor,” Nikolai finally responded, and I could tell it was hard to grit out each word. He pressed his lips together in resignation, and then forced the corners of his mouth into a half smile. “Wonderful,” she replied. Without another word, confident that she’d made the correct chess move, she turned on her heal and left the two of us to socialize, I suppose. His eyes bore into me, his face expressionless. He did have a pretty good poker face, but I could still sense everything he was feeling, and it was definitely something along the lines of irritation. But he didn’t speak. Making an effort to avoid awkwardness, I began rambling like I always do in these situations. “Are you excited? It should be a lot of fun tonight! It’s slightly warmer than it has been.” “Hm,” he gave a small nod. Well, okay then. “How has it been joining our pack? Are you getting everything you need?” “Fine.” “Let me know if you have any problems with my broth
THERESANikolai tried to stop, but still ended up slamming right into me. I had just enough time to get low to the ground, so he tripped over the top of me, sending him flying into a pile of snow. He growled and flailed his limbs frantically as he got himself up.If I could have, I would’ve laughed. Any one of my friends would have thought it was the funniest thing ever. We were constantly playing around in our wolf forms, play wrestling, racing, and playing silly tricks like the one I just did. But when he glanced at me, there was no humor in his eyes. Yikes, he really was a grump.Just as quickly as he’d tumbled, he got right back to it, flying across the snow-covered expanse. I followed right behind. At this point, I was determined to get him to see that I was a fun time and not just a little puppy that had to be babysat. I gained some speed on him. When I was well in front of him and right at a fork in the trail, I fell to the ground and howled as if I were injured and in pain. He
NIKOLAIFor the first time in a very long time, I didn’t wake with the sensation of my lungs caving in, a loss of will to live, a darkness choking me to the point I wasn’t certain whether or not I was drowning. I woke to a stillness. And something else. A pull, a heat curling in my gut, a raw, aching hunger that had nothing to do with survival.For the first time in months, my focus had shifted to how stiff my morning wood was—swollen with what had to be every drop of blood in my body. I groaned. I didn’t masturbate much these days, but, boginya moya, my dick was hard and desperate for some attention.I shifted onto my back, only to realize my arm was pinned down by something warm. Something solid. I forced my lids open, only to be met with a mess of dark hair spilling over my arm, her warmth seeping into my skin. The aroma of an addictive, haunting scent that had taken up permanent residence in my brain no matter how hard I tried to scrub it out.My pulse kicked up—not from fear, but
NIKOLAIThis girl did not dress modestly for bed. She was in a light pink, thin, loose tank top with a deep, plunging neckline. The soft brown nipple of one breast was openly exposed, and the other may as well have been too with how thin and sheer the material covering it was.My entire body locked up and heat punched through me. She was so beautiful I could barely breathe.I didn’t mean to look, but, for fuck’s sake!I’m sure I did a terrible job hiding my gawking because she followed my gaze downward and reddened even more—her entire chest flushing scarlet. As soon as she brought her hands to her chest to adjust her top and cover herself, I compelled my eyes upward. I was clearly not being a gentleman. I forced myself not to think about how remarkably pert and flawless her breasts were—the perfect handful that would fit so nicely in my palm—while painfully aware that my cock was still throbbing, and my inner wolf was clawing at my insides with a carnal need to mount her. I’d never f
GINGERExactly one year after the big alpha wedding, I witnessed my baby twin sister tie the knot. She looked so beautiful in her simple, white A-line gown. Heidi and my mom had Facetimed me while she went dress shopping so I could be a part of it. Oh, Goddess, and here I went, getting all emotional.Tyce gave my hand a squeeze. He looked so handsome in his suit. It wasn’t often I saw him all dressed up since he mostly preferred T-shirts and sweatpants, and honestly, his job mostly required clothes that could be stripped off at a moment’s notice, which I didn’t mind at all. But this? This was nice. It fit so well on his broad shoulders, thick chest, and muscular thighs. He’d had the same seamstress in his pack tailor my bridesmaid dress that had done his suit. With how awful the dress looked when it first came in the mail compared to how it looked when she was done, she was a miracle worker! What had originally made me look frumpy and pregnant, now perfectly accentuated my womanly cur
GINGER“That’s why I’m marrying one,” I teased Tyce back. “Tyson Chicken!”“We really need to talk about that nickname.”“No, we don’t. It fits perfectly.”“Goddess, you’re infuriating.” He nibbled on my nose.“Is that why you’re practically eating my face out right now?”“When you’re moaning, you’re not talking.” He trailed kisses along my cheeks.“Sounds like you’re going to be busy keeping me moaning all the time then,” I replied, leaning into his kisses that were now moving to my neck. My insides flooded with warmth, and my nerves tingled with pleasure from his every touch as he danced sparks along my skin.“Bow chicka bow wow!” Blake loudly sang out, putting a stop to where things were headed as we immediately separated.“Cock blocker!” Tyce teased, pushing on his shoulder. “I’ll remember that next time you’re well on your way to making another heir.”“You think singing a song is enough to stop my moves from working?” Blake joked back, wrapping his arms around Jasmine. “I know he
MIRIAM*29 years ago*Long before I moved to the East Coast, met my mate, and became Luna Jasmine’s mom, I belonged to the Jade Moon Pack. My parents, Luna Catherine and Alpha Bruce, were strict, overbearing, and ruled with iron fists.At fifteen, I had only two regrets. The first was that I didn’t fully understand how sex worked. I had a vague idea—a male and a female got naked, kissed—but beyond that, things were a little… fuzzy. What exactly happened between kissing and making a baby?I liked thinking about it sometimes—okay, maybe a lot. And always with someone specific in mind.Jeremy.With his long rockstar hair, lean build, and complete disregard for school, he was the kind of boy my parents would disapprove of instantly. Add in his reputation for doing drugs, and he was practically forbidden. But none of that mattered to me. I was one hundred percent in love.I spent hours daydreaming that we were mates. Because if we were, no one—not even my parents—could keep us apart. The m
NIKOLAI“Joe Shmoe,” Tyce spat from the driver’s seat. We were back in his car for the fourth—or maybe fifth—time in two days.“His name is Joe Shmoe?” I asked, raising a brow.“Joe. Joe nobody. Joe should-be-fucking-ashes.”Once again, Tyce was knuckling the steering wheel with his foot hitting the gas far too hard. At least the weather conditions had improved, and the roads were freshly plowed. But the tension inside the car may as well have been a storm in itself.The barely contained rage was rolling off Tyce in thick, heavy waves. Even as someone that wasn’t part of his pack, I could sense his alpha aura. He was in it to kill it at this point.I understood. The moment I’d smelled this man’s—if you could even call him a man—scent, I’d wanted to lose control too. My fingers twitched, aching to wrap them around Joe’s throat.“We need to keep him alive,” I said, just as much to myself as to Tyce.“That motherfucker doesn’t deserve it,” Tyce snapped, his anger palpable.“I don’t disa
NIKOLAIThe warriors continued to battle the terrible conditions well after Tyce and I had given up, working late into the night. But, in the end, they had no better luck than we had. Any scent of a werewolf that may have existed at some point was wiped away by the storm. Sophia was gone, vanished along with her scent.“You look like shit,” Tyce remarked the moment I stepped into his office the next morning.I dropped into the chair across from him with a heavy sigh. “I haven’t slept in two nights.”Tyce lifted his head, finally making eye contact. His sharp gaze flickered over me. After a long pause, he leaned back and folded his arms across his chest. "You really do care about her, don’t you?"I nodded in confirmation.Silence settled between us as we both sank into our chairs. Tyce lifted his coffee mug, taking a slow sip. I drank mine too—more out of habit than necessity. The caffeine had long stopped working, but at least it gave my hands something to do.Tyce finally broke the s
NIKOLAITyce’s hands trembled at his sides. His shoulders rose and fell unevenly, like he was barely keeping himself together. For a moment again, he looked young and lost, like a boy whose world was unraveling piece by piece. But he quickly shook his head and straightened his shoulders."I’ll do my best. I promise." Tyce’s voice was raw, quieter than before. His fingers flexed at his sides before he turned away, blinking hard. I recognized the move. The sheer, bone-deep exhaustion of trying to keep it together when everything inside you was falling apart. Finally, he turned back and said, “Give me something with her scent on it. Alpha Nikolai will help too.”Sophia’s father rushed back into the house, returning seconds later with a winter hat. He handed it to Tyce, who passed it straight to me.I took a deep breath, inhaling the Sophia’s scent, locking it into memory before handing it back.I was sure Tyce felt the same as I did. Someone had reached Sophia before we could. And now, s
NIKOLAIThe silence between us stretched thick and suffocating, broken only by the rhythmic tapping of Tyce’s fingers against the wooden desk and the occasional muffled sound of a voicemail message cutting in and out.Every few minutes, he tried again. Calling. Mindlinking. His expression flickered between frustration and outright fury every time the connection failed.Each passing minute felt like an hour.Tyce was relentless. Again and again, he dialed, pressing on the chosen contact of the moment, only to be met with the same voicemail box recording. Calling and mindlinking like a maniac.I couldn’t deny I wouldn’t have done the same. I just didn’t have the same means to attempt contact. So, I determined, my job, albeit impossible, was to attempt to keep him calm.Honestly, I wasn’t doing any better. My mind screamed for action, but all I could do was sit there, forcing myself to remain still. I kept blocking out the worst-case scenarios. If I let myself think about Terri in the ha
GINGERAs I woke, I fought against a dull, aching exhaustion pressing down on me like dead weight. My eyelids felt impossibly heavy. My mouth was dry, my head pounding. Every muscle in my body throbbed with soreness, as if I’d run a marathon the day before.This has to be the worst hangover of my life.Slowly, the fog in my mind began to clear. I inhaled the scent of crisp air and wet earth. Was I outdoors? I groaned, trying to roll over. A sharp clink echoed through the silence.My eyes snapped open.Coldness nipped at my skin—no, at my fur. My stomach dropped as my sluggish brain scrambled to make sense of it.The room—was it even a room?—was cloaked in darkness, the only illumination coming from the faint glow of my red night vision. The outlines of my surroundings took shape: cold, empty space, stone walls, and metal bars blocking the only exit. The scent of damp earth and frost hung heavy in the air.I tried to move, but the harsh clink of metal stopped me short. I looked down. M
TYSONI finally understood what it meant to straddle the edge of sanity and madness.I hadn’t slept in days. The world around me felt surreal, like I was walking through a dream—or nightmare. Every time I bumped into a wall or grazed a piece of furniture, I’d catch myself wondering why I hadn’t just passed through it. I felt like a ghost, a shadow of myself. Losing Gigi was like losing my purpose. Without her, what was the point of any of this? I scrolled through our old messages, rereading the last text she sent me:Gigi: Love you, send you some snaps laterAs if the words might change. As if they could tell me where she was now.But the screen remained the same. No new messages. Just a string of my frantic ones.They say the definition of insanity is doing the same thing over and over again and expecting a different result. Well, here I was, proving it. I must have called and texted both Gigi and Terri a thousand times. At this point, my fingers were moving on autopilot. The result
NIKOLAIAs feared, by the next morning, Tyce still hadn’t heard from Gigi or Terri. The thick and suffocating dread was settling in. It was looking to be less and less a case of a couple of lost cell phones.While everyone else was at the morning temple service, Sasha and I met Tyce in his office, where he was seated in the same spot I’d left him the night prior.Tyce looked exactly how I felt, like hell. His eyes were bloodshot, shadowed by dark circles. His hair was even more disheveled than it had been the prior day. Overgrown stubble dusted his jawline. He appeared a ghost of his former self—an alpha taken down by his biggest weakness.He arrived in the same clothes he’d worn the prior day, now wrinkled from his clearly sleepless night. The muffled sound of a generic voicemail box rang through the air.He let out a heavy breath and rubbed his temples before running a hand through his hair. “Flight conditions are still a no-go,” Tyce muttered in a voice that was rough with exhausti
NIKOLAITyce leaned back in his chair, dragging his hands back and forth through his dark hair. The movement left pieces of it sticking up in all different directions.“I just wish…” He trailed off, exhaling sharply. “I just wish I’d marked her.” His voice cracked. “I wanted to. But she was adamant about waiting until marriage. She didn’t want to look bad in front of our parents.” He let out a bitter laugh, shaking his head. “That shit’s so outdated. It’s not like they don’t already know what we’re up to.”His shoulders sagged as he let out a heavy sigh. The weight of his regret was palpable. “If she were marked,” he rasped in a raw voice, “I’d at least know where she is. I could feel her. I’d know she was safe. But…” His voice faltered, splintering into something dark and helpless.Crack! With a strangled roar, he slammed his fists against the desk. The violent sound shot through the room.I flinched. Not at the outburst, but at the raw emotions and vulnerability it exposed. I knew e
NIKOLAI“I don’t understand! Where the fuck is she?” Tyce’s booming voice echoed down the hallway as I stepped through the front door on Sunday evening, sweat still cooling on my skin after hours spent pushing my body to exhaustion. I walked further into the packhouse and his voice became louder as I proceeded. “We need to get that plane out tonight. I need to go to Anchorage immediately.”I followed the sound of his shouting, rounding the corner, to find a red-faced Tyce with bulging eyes in the common area, fists clenching and unclenching at his sides.Across from him, Beta Liam stood firm, arms crossed, with a calm but unreadable face.“Tyce, it’s not possible,” Liam said with a measured tone, a stark contrast to the storm raging inside the alpha.Tyce’s chest heaved. His nostrils flared. “I don’t care if we crash the fucking plane,” he snarled. “I have to get to her. Do you understand? She’s out there, and we’re just standing here, doing nothing!”Liam’s jaw tightened, but his voi